Sometimes, I hear a music, as if there were a God above trying to reach me
Trying to cuddle me, whispering:
It's gonna be okay. It will.
Sometimes, I wish He could hug me tight... Oh, how I miss a hug
and put me in to sleep... until the day it is.
and then I realise, that with all the good things in my life, I no longer would like to miss none of these days.
Somehow, in His silenced way,
He managed to fix me, gently,
consoling my grief, and reminding me, what I've forgotten.
and that's the greatest achievement,
that you can allways have the strenght to keep believing at the end of every hard day
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